I lár chroí Bhaile Átha Cliath, tá sráideanna cobláilte Theach an Bharraigh lán le gleo agus guthanna gáire.

In the heart of Baile Átha Cliath, the cobblestone streets of Teach an Bharraigh are full of noise and the sounds of laughter.

Tá an gheimhreadh fuar, ach tá an teas ag teacht ó na tithe tábhairne traidisiúnta a dhoirtíonn ceol agus scéalta chuig na cosáin.

The winter is cold, but warmth emanates from the traditional pubs pouring music and stories onto the sidewalks.

Sa Teach Tábhairne an Bhogha Briste, oibríonn Oisín taobh thiar den bhair, sáinnithe idir buidéil agus aislingí mar cheoltóir.

In Teach Tábhairne an Bhogha Briste, Oisín works behind the bar, sandwiched between bottles and dreams of becoming a musician.

"Éabha!

"Éabha!"

" a stríocann Oisín os ard, agus í ag teacht i dtreo an chúrsóra le sroicheadh na bpintí.

shouts Oisín loudly as she approaches the counter to reach for the pints.

Tá sí ina haonar, ach exudes sí fuinneamh mar a bhí slua aici.

She is alone, but she exudes energy as if she were surrounded by a crowd.

Is minic í le feiceáil anseo, ag caitheamh bréidíní ar dhaoine, ach taobh thiar dá meangadh gáire sí líonta le uaigneas nach bhfeiceann ach fíorbheagán.

She is often seen here, bringing smiles to people, but behind her laughter, she is filled with a loneliness seen by very few.

Osclann an doras, agus tá gaoth fuar mar chuimhne d'fhuip cáraid eile isteach - Siobhán coimeádaí an bhair, agus dhlúthchara Oisín.

The door opens, and a cold wind reminds us of another couple entering - Siobhán, the bar's caretaker and a close friend of Oisín.

Tá foighne maith sí, lán le pragmatachas agus eagla roimh athrú.

She is patient, full of pragmatism and fears change.

"Níl tú arís ag brionglóid faoi bheith ag fágáil?

"Are you daydreaming about leaving again?"

" a d’iarrann sí, a fhios aici cad atá i gcroí Oisín.

she asks, knowing what's in Oisín's heart.

Tá aisling mhór ag Oisín faoi oícheanta Berlin, faoi cheol a chumadh agus a sheinm os comhair lucht féachana.

Oisín dreams big of nights in Berlin, about composing and playing music in front of an audience.

Ach tá a gcroí stróicthe idir an áit ar cheart dó a bheith agus an áit a gcaithfidh sé a bheith.

But his heart is torn between where he should be and where he has to be.

"Táim," ar sé, ag tabhairt le fios go bhfuil sé tar éis smaoineamh ar a bhfuil ar siúl aige.

"I am," he says, indicating that he's been thinking about what he's doing.

Tugann Oisín, leanaíonn sé aghaidh, ag teacht an mheánoíche.

Oisín continues, drawn towards midnight.

A athlonnú?

Relocate?

Nó fanacht sa teach tábhairne seo lena cairde?

Or stay in this pub with his friends?

Nach bhfuil a fhios aige é.

He doesn’t know.

Tá Siobhán i gcónaí ann dó, agus Éabha ag fanacht le cuireadh eile a tabhairt amach go Berlin.

Siobhán is always there for him, and Éabha is waiting for another invitation to go to Berlin.

Tá an pub ag éirí níos gníomhaí, na cloig ag sracadh i dtreo na gcuntair.

The pub becomes busier, the bells chiming towards the counters.

Tógann Oisín an giotár amach ón gcúil agus cuirtear ceann compordach le chéile.

Oisín takes out the guitar from the back and they get comfortable together.

Sula bhfuil a fhios ag siadsan, tá fáil réidh leis.

Before they know it, he’s ready.

Seinntear an chéad mhalairt saoithiúil den t-amhrán.

A unique rendition of a song is played.

Tá an tsochraide ciúin.

The audience is quiet.

Éisteann siad go léir.

They all listen.

"Tá sé in am," ar sé, a ghlór sách beoga le tuiscint fhireann.

"It's time," he says, his voice vibrant with a man's understanding.

"Táim ag dul go Berlin.

"I'm going to Berlin."

"Ar dtús, bhí siad i ndomhan éadrom.

At first, they were in a light-hearted world.

Ansin, tugann Éabha an ceann air, meangadh gáire go gcuireann sí mhanglaim le lúbadh.

Then, Éabha eggs him on, her smile adding a twist to his resolve.

"Cad faoi?

"What about it?"

" ar sí, ag tabhairt cuireadh muinín a thabhairt dó.

she says, inviting him to trust in his decision.

Tugann Siobhán lámh i leith.

Siobhán extends a hand.

"Fanfaidh muid linn féin.

"We'll stay connected.

Coinnímid ceangal.

We’ll keep in touch."

"Leachaíonn sneachta an gheimhridh beagán, ag taispeáint atmaisféar compordach.

The winter snow melts a little, revealing a cozy atmosphere.

D’oscail Oisín é soicind amháin.

Oisín opens up for a moment.

Ní raibh sé ag brionglóid ach ag dúiseacht.

He wasn’t dreaming, but waking up.

Faigheann sé crógacht nua, agus tuigfidh sé go bhfuil an t-am tagtha dul ar a aghaidh ar thaobh nua den saol.

He finds new courage, realizing it's time to turn to a new side of life.

"Táim ag dul, ach fillfidh mé.

"I’m going, but I’ll return."

"Nuair a bhuailann meánoíche, gabhann fir agus mná meas chomh maith le foinn.

When midnight strikes, men and women offer their respect and melodies.

Tugann cairde a dhearbhú le hOisín.

Friends reassure Oisín.

Tá teacht ar ais aige a dtuigeann cairdeas ach go leathnaíonn sé ar fud na farraige sin.

There’s always a way back, where friendship extends across that ocean.